I’m not altogther certain why, but lately it’s been difficult to write. It’s not that there’s any lack of subject matter. Rather, I’ve found myself more often than not mentally rummaging through what there is, finding nothing to spark genuine passion, and thus not doing much of anything. Hardly the ticket for creating something that’s hopefully of value and quality; something worth sharing. Something worth reading. Hopefully I’ll snap out of this soon.
Part of that may well include getting back into what I once so dearly loved, namely making my own music. The guitar is being dusted off more often; the stores are being scrutinized more closely. Been listening to a ton of guitar music lately, which I define as that where the guitar is at the front regardless of genre. Rory Gallagher’s been the main man, as I attempt to assimilate his vast body of work and understand his magic. His was music from heart and soul. While at my best I’m 1/100th of 1% of the player he was — and as rusty as I am I’m hardly at my best — the goal is to play that way; from the heart.
Hopefully soon I’ll start writing from the heart as well.
